My mother tends to worry whenever my parents go out of town for a while. They're going off tomorrow and will be back on Sunday, and I've already told them that I have dinner with friends on Friday. Still, when I got home today, I found a couple of tubs of food which my mother had cooked in case I come close to starvation this weekend.

Me: Mum, I lived in London for three years on my own!
Mum: Yes, I don't know why I still worry.
Me: Do you see how much fat there is on my bones?!